Very quickly you'll discover my literary tastes are eclectic. Mystery, sci-fi, romance, chic-lit, non-fiction, memoirs... it's only the story that counts. Take a peek around, sight-see, enjoy, check out what's behind the book flirt.

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Empty nest...no 9-to-5...and a comfy room of my own, and still the writing distractions exist... proof that Newton's Third Law of Motion is real. No matter where you move, there will always be those proverbial Joneses living right next door.

I try not to get my coins mixed up with priorities. Reading doesn’t cost a dime, one reason it tickles me coming across bookish posts lamenting about readers stacking more books on top of already sky mile-high piles of unread/half-read books.

Trust me, I would seriously question my entertainment habits if I kept buying…let’s say… seasons tickets to the same ball games but never attended one game… or hadn’t once been inside Madison Square Garden… or didn’t know ...let's say... a Knicks jersey from a Cowboys’ cheerleader boot… or never, in fact, even watched a ball game…on TV, live, or in any other frame. In other words, I might get to scratching my own head if I collected books for mysterious reasons.

At the beginning of the year (just to be a little more social) I decided to take on a reading challenge. Among 99 other goals to meet this challenge was the ticker that requires me to read a book I should have read years ago. Just so happened, and none too surprising, I happened to have one such book stuffed in my bookcase. It's been there for years. Actually, I have many.

Still, I couldn’t have decided to tackle reading Zora Neale Hurston’s novel ‘Their Eyes Were watching God’ at a better time. Just so happen today starts the historic Black History Month celebration, ironically coinciding with my just so happening to read a book written by a celebrated African American writer that I expected to enjoy a lot less than anything I’ve ever read.